After that night things had escalated between us. He trained my body to react to the simplest things, a look, or a touch in the right place. A part of me tried to hold back, not because I didn't like where it was going, but there was an element of fear and rebellion involved.
He has this way of taking me under with such ease that most of the time it was like coming out of a dream, like losing time. But while I was under, I felt total bliss.
If you'd told me a year ago that I would enjoy being tied to a bed, having candle wax melted on my bare stomach, or having a man tell me when, where, and how but no why, I would've spit in your eye and called you a liar. Now I enjoy all those things and more. And when we're not in his little pleasure chamber where he makes my body sing and my heart yearn, I crave him and his touch.